He also had this expression, his mouth slightly open, his face showing surprise.
How long had it been since the eldest senior brother had smiled?
Three years? Five years? Or even longer?
Jian Feng didn't know and was not sure.
But he was certain that the sixth junior brother, who had just become a core disciple a year and a half ago, had definitely never seen the eldest senior brother's smiling face. Usually, Wu Binghe always appeared aloof, reticent, and coolly detached, as if wearing a sign that warned strangers to stay away, his demeanor exceedingly oppressive.
The disciples of Fierce Bird Sect often gossiped about it.
